Broken Picture

Just came to me out of the blue.

No one knows all of me
My family knows me as one person
My friends, another
some friends more than the other
And some people who are not my friends
Know yet another side of me

And I feel with others
That I'm a broken picture
in a frame that doesn't quite fit
on a nail not quite straight
on a wall that's not quite uniform
in a house that's not quite new
in a world that doesn't quite accept it

But with just me I feel
Like a perfect puzzle
framed upon a wall
on a perfect nail
on a pure black wall
in a beautiful home
In a world...of one.

Reviews

[SyberRose]

This is so true...its like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde...it makes you wonder who knows the real you...your family or your friends...and some friends know you better then others as you said...its is strange isnt it?

[Rekain]

It is actually. Than again I never tell anyone the whole truth. No one person has ever known EVERYTHING about me. I just don't tell them because you have to know what to say to certain people. Sometimes you need to know when to hold 'em, fold 'em, or play 'em just like poker.

[SyberRose]

Yes..you are so right.